Nocturnal

There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
Truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
Hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. As
Sunlight fades into a twilight. The moon contrasts against a darkening sky.
Temperature of the air is going down. A veil of fog is forming low above the
Ground. There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the

Truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
Hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. Before
The night is turning into dawn. The morning fog is coming on to me. Suddenly a
Choking hand grabs me around my neck. And drags me into death for eternity.
There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. I magination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
Truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
Hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real.

Or is it my fantasy